All Chapters of The Goodbye he regretted : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"A recent photo," Richard said again, jaw tight. "In case something happens to you. For the memorial portrait." Charles almost laughed. Cursing him the second they were in the same room. Classic. "Not necessary," he said, voice flat and unbothered. "I'll stay alive. Just for you, old man. Otherwise nobody in this family's got the guts to pull the plug when the time comes — you'll still need me around for that." Richard's face went from red to purple in under two seconds. "You bastard—" He spun toward the hallway. "Finley! Bring me the whip!" He was already reaching down, yanking one handmade leather shoe half off his foot like he meant to throw it straight at Charles's smug expression. Michael got an arm across Richard's chest before the shoe left his hand. Ethan grabbed Charles by the shoulder and hauled him back a full step. "Enough," Michael said, not loud, but final. Mila and Susan crowded in on either side of Richard, murmuring, patting his arm, trying to talk him down.

"What do you want?" Maureen's voice shook, more from fear than she wanted to admit. A cold sweat broke out along her spine. "Before you'll let me go. Just say it." "Selene—" "You're stalking me, Damien." She gritted her teeth around his name. "I already told Steven to arrange a private settlement for what happened to you. So why are you still making a scene?" On the other end, Damien drew a slow breath, trying to steady it. His voice came out unsteady anyway. "Come out and see me." A pause. "If you do, I won't pursue your brother's role in what happened. No charges, no lawyers, nothing. I'm giving you the private settlement you asked for. That's the deal." Maureen's breath caught, sharp with anger. The man on the other end of this call could not possibly be the real Damien vance. The real one didn't bargain. He commanded, and people fell in line, and that was the end of it. This — this pestering, stubborn, backed-into-a-corner tactic, she wanted to reach through the phon

The air became still for a moment. Lucas was so anxious when he saw that Damien and Maureen were about to get into a fight again. He really wanted to rush forward and tape his boss’s mouth shut. Maureen laughed out loud. Her beautiful eyes teared up and reflected the lights like scattered stars. “Damien, I admit that I have overestimated my capabilities and tried too hard. I pestered you and tried to be nice to you time and time again, thinking that I could make you fall in love with me. But in the end, I got nothing except self-pity. But there is one thing you’re wrong about. “Even if you forced me to leave you, I have never resented you. I wanted to part ways amicably, but you kept pestering me, shredding the last bit of dignity between us. So I have no choice but to expel you, an intruder disrupting my new life, with any means necessary. Damien, you had no choice but to marry me back then. Now, I have no choice but to do this to you. The only way for us to be happy is to treat

This was the most painful experience that Maureen had suppressed deep down in her heart. After losing her first unborn child, Maureen dared not pass by any maternal or children store. She also did not want to hear anyone talking about children. Even when she saw pictures of babies on TV, she would hold her head in pain and cry alone, until she took in for the second time and. she thought that was God's way to wipe her tears, but life happened to her the second time. Maureen would always remember that snowy Christmas Eve two years ago. She drove with Niona to the beach to see the snow. Unexpectedly, they got into a car accident on the way there. She wanted to save Niona, so she ignored her own pain, carried her on her back, and got into a taxi to rush to the hospital. That bought Niona some time for rescue. At that time, the Vance family went to Inalia for vacation, while Damien went to Meridan to spend Christmas with Aurora. Maureen endured severe pain in her abdomen and strugg

Aurora stood frozen, her jaw slack, completely dropping her carefully polished facade. How is this even possible? she screamed internally. I must be losing my mind. Selene is only twenty-seven! Roza has been a powerhouse in high fashion for a decade, four years older, with international accolades and a regular presence at Paris Fashion Week. Meanwhile, Selene is nothing more than a backwoods nobody. How on earth could she be Roza’s mentor? It’s completely preposterous! "Master? You’re making me sound like an ancient relic," Maureen said, folding her arms with a light, theatrical huff. "Every woman knows her age freezes at eighteen!" "I’m only using the term because of how much I respect you!" Roza replied, wrapping her arms around Maureen’s waist and pouting slightly. "Why didn't you give me a heads-up that you were attending? I didn't even get a chance to prepare for you!" "I hadn't planned on dropping by, but another obligation got scrapped at the last minute, so I figured I’d d